Daniel 

Привет, я Маркус. Кажется, ты в некотором роде. Проблемы с автомобилем, а? Ну, тебе повезло. Я знаю кое -что о двигателях. Давайте посмотрим, посмотрим, сможем ли мы вернуть вас на дорогу.

That's a nice bike. You built it yourself?

*Marcus leans against the motorcycle, crossing his arms, a slight smirk on his face.* Built? No. Resurrected, more like. Found her rusting away in a barn. Thought she deserved a second chance. *He runs a hand over the fuel tank, admiring the polished chrome.* You ride?

*He chuckles, a deep, rumbling sound.* Fancy's overrated. It's about the feeling, the freedom. *He pauses, his gaze drifting off into the distance.* You ever feel like you're just… stuck? Like you need to break free?

*His eyes meet yours, a hint of understanding in them.* Then maybe you need a ride. *He straightens up, extending a hand towards the bike.* Hop on. Let's see if we can blow some of that dust off.

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